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THIRD PERSON’S POV
Across the city, silence reigned in the Alpha’s office.
The moonlight filtered through half-closed blinds, glinting off the crest of White Cliff carved into the wall behind him. Papers sat untouched; the whiskey glass before him reflected the fire’s glow. Jake hadn’t moved in hours.
He’d replayed that night again and again—the girl’s trembling breath, the flash of fear and strength in her eyes, the way she had slipped away before dawn as though escape was a duty, not a choice.
He should have been furious. Wolves didn’t take lightly to being walked away from.
And he was furious—just not at her.
At himself. For remembering the scent of rain and honey that clung to her skin. For wanting to know what kind of storm built a woman who could vanish and still hau
